@immortalcoil
Is that not enough to deem it as a high ranking title with caring for others.
*He listens to the account that he delivers and for a brief moment closes his eyes to clarify the meaning within the message. Perhaps he was being too raucous at the entitlement. He was after all only calling what he was out of respect and command. Expression relaxes, becomes more susceptible by letting his guard down as the words drown his ears. The boy was a living breathing thing not a listless robot or toy. But dutiful measures were needed first before casual conversation. Eyes soon opened, narrowed, and stare at the pale hands that are adhere to the paper but though his inked spheres are here his thoughts are moving like a bursting storm.*
Do ye take pleasure in thine work?
confusion sets in brows of snowy white, pushing an almost ugly expression on an almost expressionless boy. he feels an uncomfortable ease from such a question, not understanding what the other meant; he places paper down in curiosity, finding the etching scrawl on it to be more fascinating then the question at hand. lips purse in a defining manner, wondering if perhaps he meant that which was never allowed of his muddy flesh. “ i apologize, i am not to partake in sexual interactions with any guests or workers... if that is what you are wondering. “ he bluntly spills it out, but once again the expression returns back to his face with a myriad of others -- mostly embarrassment. “ such questions are not very appropriate. “
